Quotes About Awkwardness

If she came into my shop, I might really get to like her, and then I'd be waiting for her to come in all the time, and then when she did come in I'd be nervous and stupid, and probably end up asking her out for a drink in some cackhanded roundabout way, and either she wouldn't catch my drift, and I'd feel like an idiot, or she'd turn me down flat, and I'd feel like an idiot.

Dan and Steve. I've know them for years. They're a bit dull, I'm afraid, but I have to see them sometimes. Duck noires, right? Sorry? I call 'em duck noires. Sort of a mixture of lame duck and bête noire. People you don't want to see but kinda feel you should.

The other dancers were embarrassed themselves, which meant that they weren't actually embarrassing; they weren't doing much more than tapping their feet, and the only way you could tell they were dancing at all was that they were facing each other but not looking at each other and not talking.

It may seem odd to you that their coming to lunch bothers me as much as it does, but one of the worst things about finding out about a thing like this is that you feel stupid, and the idea that I actually invited them over and they actually accepted and all three of them actually sat there thinking I was some sort of cheese made it that much worse.

Was he supposed to let Fiona cry on his shoulder now? He hated being the shoulder. He never knew what to say or do. Pat, pat, there, there. What the f--k?

The closest thing that comes to how the day felt is when you wipe back to front. You're on the toilet. You're not thinking, and you smear shit on the back of your hanging-down wrinkled ball skin. The more you try to wipe it clean, the skin stretches and the mess keeps getting bigger. The thin layer of shit spreads into the hair and down your thighs. That's how a day like this, how it feels to keep secret.

Kid's got this look like he's just seen the wrong person naked riding a bicycle from behind.

Next, I'm holding a bag of clothes, being herded toward an open door filled with sunlight. My briefs are still looped around my ankles, so I'm waddling, my erection swinging in front of me like a blind man's cane, and the talent wrangler has the nerve to say, 'Thank you for coming...

Odiaba las fiestas. Las sonrisas pegadas con engrudo para tapar el pánico, las miradas que había que interpretar y lo peor de todo: la conversación.

To add insult to injury, at that moment Cathy and a group of her friends walked by. "Ewwww," they said collectively as we sopped up the mess. I felt my cheeks sear with heat.

clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As for himself, when he went to go to a party, as one was sometimes obliged to, from a wish not to give offence, he walked into the middle of the room, said 'Ha! Ha!' as loud as ever he could, considered he had done his duty, and went home.

No, madre. Puedo garantizar que no tiene ninguna marca de nacimiento en ninguna parte de su cuerpo. El rey carraspeó con suavidad. La reina arqueó de nuevo la ceja y el príncipe fue súbitamente consciente de lo que acababa de decir. Miró de reojo a su prometida, azorado;

Tess's Uncle Donald winced when he entered the Kibbitz Room at Attman's Delicatessen. The pained expression

Look, do you want to come in? Because for someone who's not talking to me, you certainly seem to have a lot to say.

POSSIBLE OPENERS AFTER YOU'VE GOTTEN DRUNK AND SLEPT IN YOUR GUY ROOMMATE'S BED (A LIST): 1. Hey, Drew, thanks for letting me sleep in your bed. I hope I didn't puke all over your sheets. 2. What do you mean? I slept in your bed? Really? I don't remember any of it, I was so wasted. 3. Thanks for not trying to molest me.

Listen, I'm sorry to bother you when you're obviously busy with, uh, important things, " B. J. Says. He sounds sarcastic. "But you remember a few months ago, when we scored that pot for Brian Turner?" "Sort of, " I say, wondering if it would be going too far to call B. J. "pookie" or "schmooper. " I want Courtney to be jealous, but I also don't want her thinking I'm a pussy. Which is really fucked up, since, you know, I'm the one that broke up with her.

Here he shook hands with me; not in the common way, but standing at a good distance from me, and lifting my hand up and down like a pump handle, that he was a little afraid of.

his face thrown up to the sky, and his head hanging down; then recovered himself, fumbled with his cap, and made a bow.

Fabiano estava silencioso, olhando as imagens e as velas acesas, constrangido na roupa nova, o pescoço esticado, pisando em brasas. A multidão apertava-o mais que a roupa, embaraçava-o.

like a spinster aunt left out at a family reunion. From 'Or She Dies'.

When she introduces me to her parentsback straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofaand not ask Where's the bathroom?

Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet!

Don't look now, but there's one man too many in this room, and I think it's you.